(Source: whereisthecoool)

This shit needs to fly.

Super duper sonic.

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A fun story originally printed in Aviation Weekly (Mar 2010):

I met an SR-71 pilot a few years ago. (SR-71 was the USAAF advanced ‘stealth’ reconnaissance aircraft known as the Blackbird). He told me this story from his first flight with a new co-pilot: An SR-71 and crew were flying over Southern California when a bug smasher came on the airwaves in a dorky voice: Cessna 152: Ground Control, What’s my airspeed? Ground Control: 100 at FL 100. A few moments later a cocky voice came on: Mooney M20: Ground Control, What’s MY airspeed? Ground Control: 240 at FL 240. By this time the SR pilot was seething, but since communications were the duty of his new co-pilot, he remained silent. A few moments of radio silence passed, and in the calmest voice imaginable the co-pilot keyed in: SR-71: Ground Control, What’s our airspeed? Ground Control: 1875 at FL 800. There were no more speed checks called in that afternoon, and the pilot knew that he had a cool partner in the back seat.

Sometimes, it’s just all about dat ass. [kateoplis via Lee Mawdsley]

Akira. Illustrated by Katsuhiro Otomo.